As refugees flee Ukraine, TFP is proud to publish artist Deborah Stein's lyrical essay for her mother, Ruth Stein, who fled Nazi Germany in 1937 at the age of 12.
Beauty & richness as your words reflect in my soul. Thank you for realness, transcendental sorrow, & remembering allowing me to remember to hold each other dearly.
This is epic. The line "how can I salvage this somehow" echoes everywhere. Ruthie couldn't say how she felt at the end, but you quilted scraps from it together with shinier times and people from her brightly lit life, and you sewed it all together with pure love (I'm crying now). Brilliant. <3
Beauty & richness as your words reflect in my soul. Thank you for realness, transcendental sorrow, & remembering allowing me to remember to hold each other dearly.
This is beautiful and thoughtful and heartbreaking and sweet and all the other adjectives . Tears are flowing
Beautiful and heartbreaking and heartbreakingly beautiful.
This is epic. The line "how can I salvage this somehow" echoes everywhere. Ruthie couldn't say how she felt at the end, but you quilted scraps from it together with shinier times and people from her brightly lit life, and you sewed it all together with pure love (I'm crying now). Brilliant. <3